Perhaps because her second marriage had only lasted twenty months, or perhaps because she was having a bad hair day, in January of 1969 my mother swallowed a whole bottle of pills and called my stepfather at his hotel to say good-bye.

"Chanel Bonfire," a memoir by Wendy Lawless

There you are in the picture looking chubby and pompous, and it makes me remember how you told me that time you were afraid of fat people.